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RUSSIA 1

Make way!!! Stop!

Oh, sorry, sorry,

We did not mean to frighten you.

Good afternoon, fantastic pani.

Good afternoon.

Tell me please, why don't you
ride
with me in this um, what is it
called...

In this, carriage without
horses, what is it?

- Self-running carriage.
- Self-running carriage.

Would you like to drive?

I would.

You are looking at me
as though I were already naked.

Yes. You are already naked. Go
on!

Hey, hey, let's ride.

Hey, hey, pan! Faster!

Faster, faster.

That way!

King of Poland Stanislaw the
Second.

- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.

I can hardly breathe
for all the emotions.

Time has no power over you.

Beautiful.

Attractive.

Magical.

Stanislaw Augustus, this is not
a date.

Have mercy, your Majesty.

I want to lay a wreath
on Anna's grave.

I still grieve for her.

What is the Russian
nickname for our daughter?

It is painful for you to
remember, forgive me.

In my castle there is a room

which is an exact copy of
the one I lived in here.

A kiss embraces.

I am so happy that my
heart misses a beat.

[Russian Song]

It's good that it is a girl.

I'll decorate her with the order
of St. Catherine for the
christening.

I won't survive two
consecutive deaths.

Why didn't you write me? Even a
letter.

- You have forgotten who I am
and who you are.
- Forgive me.

I know you are negotiating with
the Turks.

I know what you are promising
them
and what they are promising you.

Let me explain it. I am a king,
but in my
country every nobleman can
refuse obedience.

I must gloss over
contradictions.

Unlike you I am not an absolute
monarch.
Poland has a long border with
Turkey,

let them have Podolia, Volyn

I will give up those lands
for the sake of peace.

Podolia and Volyn
are Russian lands

and it is only through a
misunderstanding
that they are not part of the
Russian Empire.

I won't let either the Poles or
the Turks
decide their fate.

And as for the Turks,
they have no business in Europe
at all.

- I agree, Your Majesty.
- And something else.

If you lie to me or try to
outwit me.

I'll take your crown and turn
your throne
into a toilet seat in my
lavatory.

And Stanislaw the Second
will be Poland's last king.

I'd ask you not to present
yourselves
to the Empress in such huge
numbers.

Damn you, let them wait here.
Open up.

My Empress. Katyusha

I feared
you did not want to disappoint
me.

I received the letter from a
Lieutenant

but it was all soaked in blood.

It's not your blood.

He is on his deathbed now.

- Who?
- Lieutenant Potyomkin.

Let me have a good look at you.

Oh my God, Grigory! I won't
let you go away any more.

Who are these people?

Your subjects, Empress.

Nomads, Gypsies.

Their music sounds merry but it

conceals sadness. It
gets to your soul.

Grigory!

What childish surprises!

With this very sword I was
almost,
A trophy.

Just a bit more and.

That would have been it.

I was scared of losing you.

Your Majesty, if I am in the way
permit me to retire for a time.

Grigory Grigorievich,
I must finish an important talk.

- With whom?
- With the king.

This king? Forgive me Your
Majesty, I did
not recognize you without the
crown.

Seen anything like it?

Two blades.

Where is the jalman?

No jalman. No scratches from a
direct blow.

Want me to give it to you?

Though it is no use giving such
presents to you.

You won't even unsheathe it or
will
cut yourself.

Let me inform you, Count, that a
Pole

is born with a sword in his
hand.

- Do you mean he emerges with a
sword...
- Grigory Grigorievich.

Stanislaw August, you'll receive
a million
rubles in gold

and you can spend it anyway you
like.

But if need be, the Polish army

should immediately rise
against the Turks.

Dumb with joy. He expected to
get hold
of a hundred thousand.

Rest assured, Your Majesty.

In the war with the Ottoman
Empire Poland
will stand shoulder to shoulder
with Russia.

You should not have believed
him.
He's a traitor.

Grigory, I am so happy!

Quicker!

I like it here in Russia.

I could stay longer. Go, go!

And he threaten me with a sabre.

You Excellency, let me reprove
you.

You bared your sword in her
Majesty's
presence, which is a crime.

You are calling me a criminal?

No, I am merely drawing your
attention.

And when I become Emperor, will
you
still be drawing my attention?

I know that Stepan Ivanovich was
a dance teacher in his youth.

When I become the Emperor,
I'll have him resign

and he'll get back to his
lessons.

More energy, guys!

Did I get it right?

Count Orlov
will become the Emperor?

Dance, Stepan Ivanovich.

Dance.

You let your chance slip.

You could have been King
of Poland and Russia now

and would not have to beg for
rubles.

Have them feed
and wine these merry people.
Follow me!

And now I am serious. If you
betray us
with the Turks,

if you team up Russian regiments
will slice Poland into bigos.

Do you like bigos, King? You do.

As for me, cabbage makes me
nauseous.

If you do a little
something against Russia,

I'll personally come to Poland
and strangle you.

I invite you.

Take your million and get lost

while the Empress has not
changed her mind.

- Your Majesty.
- Will he be Emperor?

It will be the end of Poland.
And of Russia.

We are both worried about the
future triumph of Count Orlov,

so I beg you, find the
time to meet and talk.

He is nothing like you, dear.

Cabbage slug.

I know the reason.
You are jealous.

I was before,

now it's dead and buried.

And you, you are the only one.

We've been together for eight
years.
God is protecting us.

After we wed, I'll declare
Alexei heir to the throne.

We'll do it together.

And what about Pavel?

There can't be two heirs.

No. I'll send him abroad to
study
to become wise and healthy.

He is somehow inert.

God forgive me be gracious with
me.

As if Elizaveta Petrovna
switched him

I haven't seen him for two
years.
Perhaps my son is dead and
she...

What are you?

...switched him with a servant's
son.

What are you saying?

What are you talking about?

He does not look like me. Forget
it.

Let's forget the anxiety

I am afraid I am tired after
the journey, Empress.

So you were a dance teacher,
I did not know about it.

Just a small episode of my
youth, why do you need to know?

Did you forgive?

What do you mean?

Did you forgive count Orlov?

I am sorry, I wasn't clear. I
mean will
you be able to forgive him one
day?

I happened to be a witness.

Now imagine what will happen
when
he becomes emperor.

Yes, a coward. Though he
is a home executioner.

Adam Vasilievich, you promised
me
to record the talk with count
Panin.

- So much to do.
- Oh, really?

Sometime I'll sit down and put
it to paper.

Though I've forgotten a lot.

Well, almost everything.

I can't, my eyes have dimmed.

Don't take it to heart. It's my
fault,
I said unnecessary things to
you.

I shouldn't go away for long.

- I shouldn't let you go..
- I'll see you in the evening,
Empress.

Till evening.

- Your Majesty.
- Dress me up.

In a quarter of an hour Mr.
Sheshkovsky will
deliver report about the secret
expedition.

Spare me.

I am sorry, when will
the Empress be ready?

Do you need help, Your
Excellency?

Hey you.

- Be seated.
- Your Excellency.

Tell me, how he is.

I am afraid this night will be
his last.

Are you crazy? You are a healer.

You sure know some
lotions, leeches.

I don't dare, Your Excellency.

You should dare. Risk it.

And what if he dies? You'll
throw me into the fortress?

I don't want to be
held responsible.

Hold on, don't shout, I'll
take all the responsibility.

I know only old wives' remedies.

Give him Dutchman's-pipe to
drink, cut around the wound,

apply more John's-wort lotion,
rub his legs with vinegar.

And the fever is good, the
fever kills the sickness.

That's the treatment for
peasants, for
commoners. Rich people are
different.

Back in the Grishnyaty village a
gentleman went to the lake to
swim,

cut his foot on ling and died
two
days later. No treatment worked.

It's because he was rich!

As for the peasants' children,
they run barefoot and are never
sick.

He is not rich, he is on salary.

I'll settle it with
Rodgerson, he won't object.

How much is the mare?

No, gentleman, this horse is not
for sale.
It's a pedigree animal, it costs
a lot.

Name your price.

- Your Majesty.
- Don't joke with me.

I am not joking. I
rushed things a bit.

I am bargaining for this horse
for you.
Isn't it a beauty?

One can ride this horse to
the wedding or coronation.

Ride this mare? What will people
say
about such an emperor?

All right, we'll buy her to
breed.

We'll sell trotters throughout
Russia.

Something unseemly has happened
to me.

For the first time in my
life I have no desire,

as if I were dead. I am
frightened.

What if we crossbreed her with
your
Holstein? And we will develop a
new breed!

Let's call it “The Orlov Breed”.
The Orlov Trotter!

Orlov because we are the Orlovs,

Because he runs as fast as the
eagle flies.

Do you hear me? I made a fool of
myself.

I don't know what to do.

It can happen to anyone.

- I am telling you, it's the
first time.
- An accident.

Abstaining is harmful.

You didn't even break the fast
in Valdai.
Girls in Valdai were all fire
and flames.

You'd better exercise your
flesh.

That's true. Let's go to the
parlor.

To Praskovia Yurievna's place.

Let's swing, brother.

St Petersburg will be chewing
the rag
for a week.

At her place guests gather
only late in the evening.

And chewing the rag is not what
we need. Don't
forget, you are going to try the
crown on.

It's best to do it quietly, at
Lavinia's.

She makes rickety old men
bounce like stallions.

You'll get better.
Cheer up, brother!

Ho-ho! I'll ride a Holstein
horse
to the coronation.

You may call him an Orlov
trotter if you like.

The mare is useless.

Do you intend to breed her? Have
you
lost your touch at all, brother?

Brother?
What is it, brother?

I don't feel pain if I touch it,
but it hurts to move my head.

I almost fainted twice
I felt dizzy.

Let's walk.

What a bad luck! Ah! What's the
reason
to complain? Let's go to
Lavinia!

Grigory, girls will heal you!

King Friedrich is coming from
Prussia,
a sodomite will rule Russiañ.

He will make people eat unclean
food and come into the
church backwards and sacrifice
their first-borns.

The heir to the throne
has gone weak in the head.

He is on his deathbed.

The empress has taken
the monastic vows.

- After the burial of her son...
- Stepan Ivanovich.

- That's enough!
- Shall I start the search?

In the Tavern in Veliky
Novgorod in Goncharny street

an imposter pretending to be

emperor Peter the Third
demonstrated

the marks from the noose on his
neck

and as a proof he permitted to
insert fingers into the wound.

He said disbelievers wanted to
put to death
the Russian tsar

but God did not let them.

He tempted everyone to come
together and throw
the treacherous German woman in
prison.

To call oneself nit-wit, jester

and dead at that. I don't
understand.

The traditions of false royalty
are strong in Russia.

Capture him and ask why he is a
fool and whence he comes from.

It's unlikely that he is alone.

Why where there no imposters
when Elizaveta Petrovna ruled?

She ascended to the throne after
a coup.

She sent to prison the lawful
emperor,
a year-old child.

Elizaveta Petrovna was the
daughter
of Peter the Great.

A bastard child.

Exceptions were made for her.

Elizaveta Petrovna had no
children.

And I am the mother of Peter the
Great's
great grandson.

It was me who continued the
ruling line
of the Romanovs, not her.

Elizaveta Petrovna was very
cautious.

She did not execute anyone
during twenty years of her rule.

Of course some people were
tortured
to death, died on the rack.

But not a single one was
executed.

Your position is less solid,
Your Majesty.

I am aware of my position,
Nikita Ivanovich.

Do you think I am blood thirsty?

Your Majesty, I am your humble
servant.

Just say it! Say what you wanted
to say.

In the last century Russia
almost perished in the strife.

I think you'll have to consider
enthroning Pavel Petrovich.

I can't believe it.

Things are not so..

Your Majesty, you can very well
rule
as the Empress-mother.

In essence nothing will change,
but we'll placate the people.

I won't do it and you know why.

But it is an option that I think
is
worth discussing.

I refuse your offer without
discussion.

Forgive me, I must retire
for a couple of minutes.

Where is Count Orlov?

- He did not tell me, he left.
- Where to?

- He does not check in or out.
- Find him.

I need him. Find
him this minute.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Enough. Leave me alone.

At least tell me that you love
me.

Want me to lie?

Whisper in my ear, nobody will
overhear.

Succes d'amour?

Tomorrow
If you dream painstakingly.

The woman is always to blame.

I won't take the money. For a
solid hour I was doing my best.

Look me in the eyes.

I won't talk.

You won't.

- It is dangerous to quarrel
with lovers.
- It is dangerous to go to bed
with them too.

And what if I get the
inglorious sickness?

I was wrong to follow your
advice.

I should have stayed home.

I would have had some
broth and gone to bed.

- Wait till tomorrow, you might
get better.
- It'll be too late tomorrow.

She will think that instead of
counting the days before our

meeting I indulged in
dissipation
from Poltava to Valdai.

Brother!

Oh, brother. I feel so bad.

Isn't the cause of my condition
that
blow by murza, the son of a
bitch?

You received so many blows
to the head before...

How many times were you wounded?

In the battle of Zorndorf -
three bullets,

a shell-shock, a Dragoon pierced
you

with a lance
and you did not even stop
fighting.

I was a fool.

If you were a fool then,
than on Wild Field you were a
jackass,

you rushed forward with no
reconnaissance.

If you had kicked the bucket,
they would have placed

your dried-up body in the
Kunstkamera
with the tag “Fool” attached.

Yes, brother. My life is in
shambles.

The Empress is your son's
mother.

It is more important than
everything else.

Go, tell her that you miss your
son and
want to see him. Suggest going
together.

Believe me, she, she'll
forget about the bed.

How can I miss him if I saw him
only a couple of times as a
baby.

- Is it far?
- Somewhere past Gatchina.

He lives with Shkurin, her
former valet.

The boy has a bad reputation.

Weak, not tender. He is seven
years old
but he does not talk. I am not
going.

Grigory!

Oh, brother.

I am not destined to become
Emperor,
I'll breed trotters.

Stop it!

People will say:
that very Count Orlov who could
become...

but eventually became a nobody.

Here.

- What is it?
- Love potion.

Powerful. But can be used only
once.

Drink it up.

Exceptionally disgusting.

Your Highness Say “aaaa”.

The tonsils are inflamed.

We have a fencing lesson in the
open air
I'll lose my job.

If His Highness gets
complications
it'll be me who will lose the
job

Luka, get the armor and the
sabre ready.

Next exercise is called Italian
cross.

Slower. Semyon Andreevich.

All right
Let's leave it for the future.

Let's review
the double cutting strike.

But not in assault but in
defense.

Ready?

Start First, second...

Glory to his Majesty! Victory!

I demand a ransom.

Your Highness, I resign myself
to you.

I'll tell Count Panin that you
got an excellent mark in
fencing.

Semyon Andreevich, you tell me
very little about my father.

What would you like to know,
Your Highness?

For instance, why is he not
buried in the imperial shrine?

All the Romanovs after Peter the
Great were
buried in Saints Peter and Paul
Cathedral.

But he was buried at Lavra.

But why, Pyotr the Second
rests in peace in Moscow.

Because he died of smallpox and
they were afraid to bring him
here.

Your Highness, certain topics
were
indicated as forbidden to me.

I understand.

I'll act as your matchmaker with
a sword.

My arm will be firm.

Let me show you something.

You've bought a ring. Isn't it
imprudent
to spend money ahead of time?

I know what I am doing, Pyotr
Pavlovich.

Then why hold back? Let's go!

Oh, no. I've sent a letter to
Count
Sheremetev. I am waiting for the
reply.

Sofya Stepanovna, what is your
relationship

with King Stanislaws's advisor?

With Krzysztof?

What is your relationship
with Krzysztof Pjecky?

Flirting. I helped him to order
a self-running carriage.

Mr. Krzysztof is
amiable, but foolish.

He wants to get rich in Poland,
to manufacture carriages.

He invites Kulibin to come with
him.

- Really?
- What are you so pleased about?

I am sick of Kulibin,

he is always begging for money
to spend on some foolery.

Think of a way to make the
cannon-ball
fly two kilometers and hit the
target.

It's a simple task, isn't it?

He took the money, thought it
over
for a year and came up with a
solution.

He flies a leather ball into the
sky
attached to a string.

Dance, Stepan Ivanovich!

May I leave?

Where was Count Orlov?

- In Lavinia's parlor.
- With whom?

- I don't know.
- Then find out.

Find out, Sofya Stepanovna!

Simple and clear laws
will be passed in Russia

and they will remain
intact till Doomsday.

Everyone will abide by them:

Orthodox Christians and Muslims,
those living in Tatar steppes

and on the black soils of
Novorossiya,
Muscovites and Siberians.

We are working!

Your Majesty, Count Orlov.

Grigory, I needed you at the
conference.
Count Panin was impudent.

Grigory.

I don't want to rush
things, but I want a baby.

Ah, my Empress!

- Grigory!
- Ekaterina!

My Empress! Katyusha!

I haven't asked, are things
settled
with the synod?

Not yet. We'll go together.

I won't be able to restrain
myself

and will say something impudent.

Keep silent. I will do the
talking.

What is the use of standing
still?
And gritting my teeth?

Archbishop Gavriil is our
benefactor.

Sure, sure...

Let's call on lieutenant
Potyomkin.

I prayed for him, I don't
know if he is alive.

Where is he?

I left him in the palace,
his wound is serious.

Whether he is alive or not, his
status
does not allow him to be in the
palace.

A brave officer, but no luck. He
is thirty
and still only a lieutenant.

I offered him a post.

Empress. Dead men do not need
posts.

Your Majesty. He is feeling
worse.

But still fighting.

For a warrior death is a
girlfriend.

He seeks a date with her.

To die in battle or of
wounds is a glorious end.

It's stuffy here. Let's go.

Empress.

Your Majesty, Count Razumovsky
is awaiting an audience.

Call him.

- Kirill Grigorievich.
- Your Majesty.

- Sit down, please.
- Thank you.

Kirill Grigorievich, I
have a small favor to ask.

All ears.

- You've got two sons.
- Yes.

I'd love it if they made friends
with Pavel Petrovich.

Empress, my good-for-nothing
boys
won't teach him anything
sensible.

No need, they are not expected
to spend their time sitting
inside.

When they were children I locked
them up
in the library, I hoped that out
of boredom

they'll pick up a book. Not in
the least.

They managed to play rough
inside.

That's exactly what I need.

Pavel Petrovich is often sick
lately,

but for an heir health and
liveliness
are top priority

I intend to send him to
Tsarskoye Selo.

But he needs friends.

Could your sons join Pavel
Petrovich?

Your Majesty, it's an honor.

Thank you.

Won't light?

It's wet.

Bei-effendi,

I can't light your pipe.

Shall we make a stop?

It has been raining for a week.

The presents will get wet
and the load needs drying.

The trip is taking us too long
as it is.

I hate Russian roads.

Either cold or rain.

Or boredom.

Where are we?

Far away, Your Excellency.

Far from where?

From the place.

What place?

Where you will be kind enough to
have a
rest and where we will change
the horses.

What is the town called?

It is not a town, a station.

A station. And when will there
be a town?

Sometime.

The border of the Ottoman Empire
shall be here,

And let the Russians
live further North.

What did you say?

I want to smoke badly.

Come on, Prometheus.

Your Majesty. Unconscious,
feverish.

Tell me about the treatment.

I am doing my best but...

George, do you want to be rich?

I am sorry, Your Majesty

but it is not going to happen
this time.

The wound is inflamed, it can't
be sewed.

And we can't let him
bleed because the blood

will get thick and the
blood flow will stop.

I tried to cool him - no use.

Though there is still hope, Your
Majesty.

He is unconscious but not
restless,

his face is serene and calm.

He has calmed before his death.

But do something!

You should have awakened him.

He must be hearing angels'
voices,
getting ready for ordeals.

Grigory Alexandrovich, do not
leave us.

There is
a whole long life ahead of you.

If you don't cure my wounds

the loss of life will be easy.

Ovid was talking

about love wounds, Grigory
Alexandrovich.

Are you still committed
to your passions?

Or did you overcome
this disease?

Oh, it's all in the past!

Don't you have a pack of cards
in your frockcoat's pocket?

Well, it is not for games.
Just to keep my hands busy.

And what if count Orlov usurps
power?

Then, he will do whatever he
wants? And
nobody will stop him.

I don't want to believe in bad
intentions of Grigory
Grigorievich.

But brothers Orlov killed the
Emperor, anointed of the Lord.

They beat his head in. Ruthless
barbarians!

I hope that synod will not give
permission to their marriage?

After all the reforms the
church became weaker.

I can only help you with my
prayers, Your Excellency

I don't ask for other help, Your
Eminence.

And what can you do for the
church?

Pavel Petrovich was raised
in reverence for faith.

But he believes that it would be
too
hard for him to lead the church.

The Emperor has to deal with a
mundane life

and he has to leave all the
church affairs to Patriarch.

Are you talking about
patriarchate
restoration in Russia

once Pavel Petrovich becomes the
Emperor and you become a regent?

I beg you, help me!

With a prayer.

Do you propose to pray with you?

Count Panin proposed
to make Pavel Petrovich the
emperor.

Pardon me, what impudence?!

Pavel Petrovich is the Emperor

and I am the Empress mother.

He said it openly to my face.

Nikita Ivanovich has gone off
the deep end?

It is not like him, usually he
spins
intrigues in the shadows, like a
spider.

He says my position is
precarious.

That impostors do not show up
without a reason.

That many people are
dissatisfied,

violence breaks out on the
outskirts.

He is cunning, he talks
smoothly.

It goes in one ear and out the
other
But it never amounts to
anything.

Yes, but there is truth in what
he says.

Do you doubt me?

Empress,

I am always the winner. In
war, in love, in everything.

Should I lose, I'll die
instantly
because I can't live otherwise.

You are surrounded by
cowards, swindles, turtles.

Elagin is a Mason, he wears
a fur-coat in summer,

Panin eats enough for three,
Sheshkovsky is a dancer,

Olsufyev is like an
autumn leaf in the wind.

Give me power.

I'll drive them all away.
Except for Panin.

He shall go to the
fortress, he is dangerous.